And now it’s Tuesday, I think. It was a long day today. Spoke with the bookkeeper who sent her letter as she said she would. It’s a nice letter, stating what a good worker I am, or rather was, and what a help I was to her.

But the only dates she mentioned was her working for the company in early 2007 until the dissolution in 2010. She’s willing to help me out, but not willing to lie or fudge the truth and I totally understand that.

The former president didn’t respond to my voice mail so maybe he feels he’s in a bind. I totally understand that too, since his wife runs a foundation and the company that is interested in me is doing some legal work for the foundation, gratis.

In other work related news, I received a phone call that I could not take from an agency in Bala Cynwyd that is interested in me, or at least wants to know where the Susquehanna skeletons are hidden.

I only know of a few and they have nothing to do with Cafe Press saucers and key chains. Mouse pads are a different story, especially if you are one of the few people that use a mouse pad these days. Or have an AOL or Hotmail address.

I left a message to the caller asking him to get back in touch with me. More phone tag. Other than that, it was me and Bradley working at the cigar shop today and surprisingly we got along just fine. He is a moody bitch as he is prone to describe himself that way.

Since it was me and him, Marcus being aloof we basically had a front row seat to the incompetence of the management. Mainly Marcus. A worker came in to do some work on the pipes for the humidor, but we didn’t know about it.

Marcus did but did not tell us, nor did we know how to get the worker access to the loading dock. His telephoned response was to look in the building manual from 2006. That’s how up to date Marcus likes to keep things.

We even texted Calvin who was on vacation somewhere in the Midwest and who surprisingly did not get back in touch with Bradley or myself. Even if things were completed we don’t know and when the worker came forth with his paperwork to be signed, I had Bradley sign it since I couldn’t be arsed.

Bradley left at 7:30 leaving me to work solo and it was slow from there on in. One guy came in, and I couldn’t tell if he was mentally challenged, drunk or Eastern European, or a combination thereof. Still he bought 4 pens at $25.00 a shot, plus the 8.88% sales tax.

I treated myself to a hamburger which I wolfed down. I figured I didn’t want to make a sandwich when I got home. I didn’t know that Bill ordered yet another pizza from Grimaldi’s since he didn’t want another sandwich either.

I wish I had known, I could have saved some money. That’s about it.

Thanksgiving in 2 days. A day off for me, then my hours go to 12:30 to 10:30PM, with the dreadful loud Christmas music playing on a continuous loop throughout the area.

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